Internship experience

I remember it was a day in June. I was interning at a newspaper. After interviewing someone about a very important news story with my supervisor, we came back and rushed to finish the article. We were busy until very late. We were both probably very happy that day because the interview was so good. She suggested treating me to dinner. Actually, since we started interning together, we'd often gone out for interviews and eaten together, and sometimes she'd treat me. So, I felt a little embarrassed about it always happening, but I still agreed to go with her to a very nice restaurant not far from the newspaper office. She was as happy as a child that day, ordering a lot of dishes. Maybe so, women will always be women, no matter how strong they seem on the outside, they all need to be cared for.
After dinner, we went outside, and it had started raining. June weather is like a child's face, changing in an instant. Pedestrians were hurrying by. My supervisor was going to take a taxi, but in this kind of weather, every taxi was busy. After waiting for a while outside the restaurant without being able to flag one down, she decided to take the bus with me. When we both ran to the bus stop across the street, we were completely soaked. We huddled under the bus stop sign, waiting for our respective buses. We were shivering from the cold, but in good spirits, chatting happily.
Perhaps because of the weather and the large number of people waiting, neither of our buses arrived for a long time, and we started talking less and less, getting a little impatient. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was a message from a classmate, another dirty joke. I chuckled after reading it. My teacher leaned closer, peering at my phone, and said, "What are you looking at? Something so funny?" Actually, I knew she had probably already seen the message on my phone, so I didn't hesitate and said it was a joke from a classmate, handing her the phone. She looked at it, smiled at me, and asked, "Any more?" I said I probably had a few more saved. She then looked through her phone, smiling at me occasionally, casually chatting about text messages; the atmosphere seemed relaxed. She was wearing a white suit, and I stood close beside her, stealing glances at her rain-soaked clothes. Her curves were clearly visible, and I could see the pink lace trim of her bra. Her long, flowing hair, wet from the rain, clung gently to her beautiful face, as if she had just showered.
As I secretly observed her, our eyes met. Like an electric shock, my face flushed red, and my body trembled. At that moment, nothing needed to be said; my eyes betrayed everything. I lowered my head, my peripheral vision catching the men and women waiting for the bus, the couples embracing. My mind went blank; all I could hear was the patter of the rain and the complaints or tender moments of the couples around me. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. But what made me even more tense was the cold touch of her fingers as she returned the phone to me, shattering the long-cherished lingering feelings in my heart. I took the phone, and unexpectedly, she gently stroked my head, her soft voice saying, "Your message is so funny, hehe."
I looked up at her, smiled, my eyes clearly filled with desire.
"Are you cold?" She unexpectedly pulled me into her arms
... Two lonely hearts, long since broken, burned without restraint in this rainy night. I looked at her, nodded, and said, "A little. How about you?"
"I'm cold, hehe. Can't we warm up by holding each other like this?" Our hearts were tightly embraced, we could hear each other's pounding heartbeats, and I could smell her fragrant body heat. She was someone I had longed for, and she was my teacher. I wished that bus would never come, but it did. When I looked up at her with disappointment, my teacher, my lovely teacher, said something I never expected, something I will never forget—"Would you like to go to my sister's house?" Her
burning gaze seared me, making it impossible for me to refuse. But what truly made it impossible was my body, my desire, my longing for her. In that moment, I nodded almost without hesitation, forcefully. I knew that missing out would be my mistake, unforgivable, as would anyone in that situation. Her room
wasn't large, but it was beautifully and uniquely decorated. Two cream-colored sandpits were covered with cartoon-patterned mats, a computer sat on a desk, and a single bed was covered with warm blue checkered sheets. A Pikachu toy sat on the bedside table. I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering if this bed held all my desires.
"Hey, baby, let's take a bath, be careful not to catch a cold." She came out of the bathroom, handed me a towel, and smiled, saying, "Oh." I went in and took the towel, my eyes burning with desire! Holding the showerhead, I let the warm water soak my body; my lower body was already hard and erect. I quickly rinsed myself off, dried myself, and went outside. She was sitting in front of the computer, listening to soothing music and browsing the web. When she saw me come out, she turned around and smiled at me. I boldly walked over and hugged her from behind, my tongue lingering on her earlobe and neck. My heavy breathing tickled her entire body, and at that moment, the fragrance of her beautiful body, both perfumed and fleshy, was presented to me. The instant our bodies touched, there was a slight tremor, and then everything seemed so natural and calm. Once again, I mustered my courage and slid my hands from her shoulders to her chest, slipping them into her low-cut neckline and inside her embroidered lace bra. I grasped her two full, round, and elastic breasts and gently kneaded them. She seemed to be electrocuted and shivered. "What are you looking at, teacher?" "I said with a wicked grin, 'Heh, isn't this the adult website I often browse?' 'What, you don't know what this is? Don't you look at it all the time?' She turned and smiled at me. Yeah, it's full of naked images. Heh, I suddenly tickled her armpit mischievously. She couldn't take it anymore, hehe, she jumped up and turned around to cling to me. Suddenly, her hand tightly gripped my dick. We both froze for a moment. 'What are you doing?'" "I asked mischievously, 'Welcome to the Land of Fantasy!' 'You're pressing against me, hehe, I'll just hold him down,' she said. 'Really?'... Before I could finish, she opened her cherry-like mouth and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues then engaged in a fierce battle, and we began to kiss passionately... We grabbed each other's clothes and hair haphazardly, twisting each other's bodies. Actually, we were both wearing very little. She was only wearing a nightgown, a thin, smooth black nightgown, like a black fishing net wrapped around her body. Underneath, a black bra and panties were faintly visible. The slit in the middle of the nightgown went all the way to her neck, and I could even see her full, round breasts squeezed together to form a tight cleavage. Yes, she was an extremely voluptuous woman.
The two of us were entangled like this in the warm, orange-yellow room, holding each other tightly, panting and kissing desperately. No matter how her slender, delicate hands caressed my lower body, it still playfully pressed hard against her from time to time." I gazed at her slightly closed almond-shaped eyes, sensing our mutual ecstasy, a powerful hunger surging within me as if to devour each other. Her fragrant lips and tongue slid to my ear, her two rows of pearly teeth gently biting my earlobe before her tongue slipped inside, licking it. This tickled me unbearably, and I could almost hear our breaths roaring like rushing water in a valley, along with the sound of her tongue moving!
We stood there by the bed, kissing passionately and tirelessly. Our breaths were rapid, our bodies exuded a sweet fragrance, soft music played, and the gentle light shone through. Her lingering allure stirred within me a long-suppressed, primal drive and desire. One hand caressed her full, firm breasts, while the other lifted her nightgown and gently slipped inside. My hand moved slowly upwards along the crevice between her shapely, long legs. The teacher, her face flushed, struggled shyly, clamping her long, beautiful legs together as if to prevent my hand from penetrating further into her vagina. I knew she was perhaps afraid of the sensation, or perhaps it was the first time we had ever been so intimate.
My hands roamed over her trembling body, teasing and arousing her primal, wanton desire. I knew she couldn't take it anymore; the hand that was holding my dick began to stroke it too. Her eyes were clearly filled with a hazy beauty of lustful desire, as if telling everyone that her libido had risen! We were both in a state of sexual arousal. I picked her up and gently placed her on the warm, sweet single bed. Gently yet roughly, I tore off her nightgown, and instantly, her flawless white flesh was naked before my eyes. Her figure was very well-proportioned and beautiful, her skin delicate and smooth, her curves graceful. Look at her flat, smooth abdomen, her plump, round, and large buttocks, and her shapely, long legs! This is the reporter teacher who mentored me during my internship? Who says there aren't many beautiful reporters? She seemed shy, or perhaps unaccustomed to it, gently closing her eyes like a lamb about to be slaughtered. This made me feel a pang of guilt and heartache; after all, she was my teacher. But primal desire extinguished that fleeting conscience. I thought we could forgive each other because of our mutual needs. I quietly admired the beautiful body before me. Her high, undulating buttocks were only covered by a small piece of triangular fabric trimmed with black lace, round and plump, sexy and alluring! Under the black silk fabric, long, thick, and fine black pubic hair was faintly visible, with a few strands peeking out from under her panties, incredibly alluring. I couldn't help but start touching her through the silk panties, lovingly bringing my hands closer, gently stroking her full, rounded vulva. The warmth of her vulva spread throughout my body through my palms and through the panties, giving me an indescribable pleasure. My penis began to swell with excitement, pushing my pants so high it almost burst out!
Seeing her aroused and restless, her body writhing on the bed, her wet vulva gushing with desire, soaking her panties, her delicate body trembling slightly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with spring, murmuring softly, I felt a pang of tenderness. Perhaps there was also trepidation, nervousness, or love. I lifted her leg with one hand, and she obediently let me remove the last bit of covering. Instantly, her entire private area blossomed, like a lonely firework blooming in the dark night sky, blurring my vision. The teacher's pubic hair was thick, black, and long, completely surrounding her alluring and sensual vulva. The barely visible slit was covered in wet, lustful fluid, and her two bright red labia opened and closed, just like the cherry lips on her face, full of temptation. After admiring her for a few seconds without being able to resist, I lovingly parted her snow-white, rounded legs, offered my mouth to her, and gently kissed her, licking her labia majora and minora with the tip of my tongue, and lightly biting her clitoris, which was as small as a grain of rice, with my teeth. "Ah...ah...you little pervert...you're making me...I'm so uncomfortable...you're so naughty..." I heard her murmur and pout, which pleased me greatly, and I worked even harder. "Ah...**...I can't take it anymore...oh...you're licking me so well...I...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it..."
My mind went blank. Suddenly, I sucked and licked her wet flesh with all my might. A stream of hot, lustful fluid flowed from her vagina, flowing into my mouth. It was sweet, with a slight fleshy taste. Her whole body trembled, and she bent her legs, raising her plump buttocks higher, making her vagina protrude even more, as if encouraging me to lick her fluids more thoroughly. She seemed to be in a dream, while her hands haphazardly searched for my dick. "Dear teacher...is it okay for your student to lick me?" I mumbled. She seemed not to hear me, closing her eyes. "Sigh...**...don't call me teacher anymore...if you keep calling me that..." "Calling me 'teacher'... it made me feel guilty and uneasy... call me 'sister'..."
Time slipped away with the ticking of the clock, and the desire in my heart burned lonely. Suddenly, she pried my head open. I thought she couldn't take it anymore, but unexpectedly, the teacher sat up, her eyes slightly closed, and murmured to me, "Let me lick you," while roughly pulling down my pants. "Wow... it's so big... it's so amazing..." She glanced at me with her gentle and charming eyes. Her sexy appearance was something I had never experienced before. Strands of her hair clung to her face and body, she was covered in fragrant sweat, and her breath was rapid. It was as if her long-dormant desire was about to be completely released from the long-term bondage of thirst.
I consciously went to meet it, because it was already hard as water. The teacher's jade hands grasped my erect and hot member, opened her small mouth and began to lick it lightly with the tip of her tongue, and kept sucking and stroking it with her cherry lips. Her slender jade hands gently kneaded the two testicles below. Yes, I've seen scenes like this in movies before. I don't have much sex, and I've never seen this kind of blowjob-like sucking before. It felt so novel and exciting, making my whole body tingle. I couldn't help but moan excitedly, "Ah... Teacher, you're so good at sucking... So... So comfortable..." While enjoying her tenderness, my hands didn't stop caressing her body. Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps this was the moment we both needed each other most. "Oh, baby," she said, lying down. At this moment, I didn't hesitate anymore, aiming at her entrance and thrusting in hard, plunging all the way in with a whoosh, hitting the very core. Perhaps it was because I had been suppressing myself for so long, but I became so rough. Her insides were warm and tight, the tender flesh gripping me... It felt so comfortable, so snug and tight there. Yes, the teacher hadn't given birth yet, which was normal. Perhaps my roughness was a bit too much for her. She gripped my arm tightly, panting and looking at me pitifully. "Yours is so big... you don't even care if I can take it... just... sigh... I'm afraid... you, you little devil... sigh..." I couldn't bear to see her sobbing and pitiful, and I blamed myself for my haste. "Teacher... I didn't know yours was so tight... I got carried away, I really wanted to... make you unable to take it... I'm sorry." "Hmm... now, thrust gently... don't be too forceful... I'm afraid, afraid I can't take it... don't be too impulsive, okay?" A hint of satisfaction and tension appeared on her lips, making her even more beautiful and charming! I began to slowly thrust in and out, and she seemed to enjoy it, twisting her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks in response. "Sister, is this okay?"
She was completely absorbed in it, not responding to any words, just moaning and groaning. "Is it still not good, sister? Should I pull out?" I suddenly thought mischievously. "No... don't pull out... I want..." Seeing her, who was originally enjoying the full and tingling feeling of me filling her vagina, suddenly hearing this, she seemed very frightened and hurriedly hugged my back tightly with both hands, raised her legs high and hooked her feet around my waist, as if afraid that I would really pull out.
"Sister... call me, call me dear husband..."
"No, no... it's so embarrassing... I'm your teacher... I, I can't say it... little brother."
"Call me... I want you to call me, call me dear husband... call me..." I slowly thrust in and out. "You... you're really torturing me... dear, dear husband... ah... so, embarrassing..." I felt her close her captivating eyes in embarrassment, as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night!
"Oh...so good...darling, my dear husband...it feels so good to be penetrated...darling, my dear husband...push faster..." The teacher's lustful body rose and fell with the rhythm of my thrusts, her plump buttocks twisting nimbly as she thrust upwards, moaning passionately, "Oh...**...your big...big is touching my clitoris...oh...it feels so good...I'm going to give it to you again...oh...so good..." I felt a gush of hot water spurt out, the sensation of her vaginal fluids burning me with an indescribable pleasure. I admit, a feeling I'd never experienced before erupted within me. Primal desire surged, and I began thrusting and pumping relentlessly, no longer holding back. My teacher's body seemed to burn with desire, clinging tightly to me. I could almost hear the continuous splashing sounds of our thrusts, like a gentle stream flowing under a lonely starry night. Yes, it brought us both boundless pleasure, a pleasure so intense it drove us both mad. She held me tightly, her large, plump buttocks twisting and shaking violently, emitting ecstatic moans and murmurs, "Oh...oh...God...it's so wonderful...ah...I'm dying...hum...hum...I'm going to be fucked to death...I can't take it anymore...ouch...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it again..."
My mind was blank; I wasn't thinking about anything. Every now and then, my whole body would tremble—it must be from the spasms of my teacher's tender flesh. I could feel the constant sucking and kissing power from her skin, like a sausage sandwiched in a sandwich, infinitely wonderful. I watched her flushed face, her hair flying wildly, her body trembling as she moaned in shock, "Oh, oh... I can't take it anymore... hurry up and... ah... I can't take it... you're going to... tear my... dear husband... dear brother... please, please spare me... please spare me..." She was in ecstasy, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, her body soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid. "Sister... ah, no, teacher, please, please bear with it... I'm about to cum..." "Mmm, I want to too, I want to... I'm about to climax," she began, her plump buttocks thrusting upwards and twisting to meet my rhythm, welcoming this final sprint, sucking and releasing, thrusting and withdrawing. "My darling...my dear husband...I'm dying of pregnancy...I'm going to lose it..."
"Ah...my dear sister...my fleshy sister...I, I'm going to cum too...ah, ah..." Suddenly, we both felt a sudden spasm, and we hugged each other tightly. Hot water gushed out, and I felt incredibly numb. I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, shooting into that deep garden. She cried out from the hot water, "Oh...my dear husband...my dear brother...it feels so good..."
We both reached our climax at the same time. After hugging each other tightly for a moment, I pulled out and gently caressed my teacher's full and sexy body with my hands, kissing her passionately. We embraced each other, satisfied and exhausted. We talked about various topics, and I remember asking her why she didn't have a boyfriend. She just told me there wasn't a suitable one. Actually, I sensed the melancholy in her heart. However, I started to like her—loving and tender. I knew girls needed to be carefully cherished. That night, we made love several times, and it felt better than the first time because we were both more open and reached climax each time.
Later, the days continued to flow by like water. I was still interning with her, but we weren't the same as before; we were much more distant. Occasionally, after finishing our work, we would go out to eat together and then go to her house. This continued until my internship ended. Now, we are very, very good friends and often exchange phone calls.

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